His.
Jordan sat in the front seat of her 1983 Volkswagen Passat at about seven o'clock in the morning, listening to the rain. Just getting off from work at the 7-11, she looked in the rear view mirror, and admired the silver necklace that she wore, given to her by Master. Jordan smiled. This was one of the many collars He had given her. It wasn't His preferred collar, but the one He liked to see her wear when she went out in public. His favorite collar hung from the mirror, and sparked in the fresh morning sunlight that spread across the dash board in the reflection of the rain. With a smirk, she took off the silver necklace, replacing it with the diamond studded collar, thick, leather, with His tags dangling and clinking together with the heavy silver bell He liked to see against the fur on her neck. Setting the necklace on the passenger seat, she started the car, and drove to their home.
Jordan worked night shift at 7-11, and took classes for her graphic arts degree at various times during the evening, mostly after six. Ahote, her Master, also worked night shift, working for the local emergency room, and usually didn't get home until around eight. Pulling into her parking space, she looked at the clock on her dash board. Living so close to her work, she was able to get home quickly, around seven fifteen. Turning off the car, she darted up the steps to their apartment, slid her keys into the door, and opened it. She closed her eyes and inhaled, still smelling His scent as she closed the door behind her, her tail flicking back and forth in contentment.
As one hand reached back to lock the front door safely, her other hand lifted the front of her shirt, and gently stroked the firm small protruding belly that carried His child. She grinned, taking her other hand to caress it as well. With a loud purr, she whispered, ".... His .... all His". She looked over at the clock on the stove. Seven thirty. Jordan figured she'd have enough time before Master got home to take a quick shower, and wash off the smell of the night time convenience store, and be ready for Him when He arrived. She quickly tossed her clothes into the laundry room as she darted past it, naked, and bolted into the bathroom, ready for a good soaking of her soft light gray fur.
Jordan leaned her naked body forward into the shower, turning on the hot steamy water, holding her belly with her other hand. Every movement she made, reminded her of her new child, their new child, His unborn life, growing, getting stronger, inside His kitten. As she stepped into the steam of the shower, the fur on her back bristled and tingled, as the front of her body soaked up the hot massaging water. Her tags and bell jingled together as she shivered.
Turning around, Jordan let the shower soak the back of her neck, half streaming down the curve of her back, half pushing her red hair over her shoulders, trickling down between her breasts and over her belly. She cupped her hands at her belly button, and let the water swell and grow, giving a slight smile. The water traced past her nipples and she shivered, remembering the night He planted His seed in her. Remembering Him in His heat caused her to shiver more, how she loved the fire in His eyes, the strength in His cock, and the gust of His breath as He growled behind her, gripping the fur of her back as He plunged deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.
Jordan felt her hands slide down the front of her belly to her already hot crotch, the water dripping past her fingertips and tickling her southern lips. She bit the inside of her cheek and caressed her pussy further, remembering the way she laid on her back as He tickled her pussy lips with His beard, His strong fingers and hands spreading her knees apart, gripping her flesh, panting as His tongue tended to her gentle insides, tasting her cum.
Leaning against the wall of the shower, she moaned, spreading her pussy lips and letting her hard button clit slide out, lightly stroking it with her fingertips, cumming quickly as her hormones raced with a loud moan. "Mmmmm ... thank you, Master," she whispered to herself, sliding an empty hand up her belly to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple as her other fingers caressed her clit.
".... Thank you for what, kitten?" His low voice boomed and echoed in the tile of the bathroom. Jordan shook to an alert state, eyes wide, pressing herself against the bath wall, her tags and bell rattling loudly.
"... Shit! ... Um ... Uh ... you're home?" Master had watched her play before, but usually she knows when He's doing so. Her body was now ridged in surprise, now wet only from her hot shower water.
"Heh, of course I'm home. It's eight thirty. I've been standing here listening for the past fifteen minutes, and that better be Me that you're calling 'Master' in there," He said with a chuckle. Jordan pulled the curtain back slowly and peeked out at Him. Her gray fur was soaked a dark color, her red hair had blended in with her fur, and her deep brown eyes looked huge as she peered in His direction.
Master stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, wearing only His scrub pants, His large strong arms folded across His wide, dark, furry chest. His head tilted lightly to the side, and He wore a soft smile, the one He usually had when He saw her after getting home. He held His scrub shirt in His hand, and His dark, thick, black leather collar shadowed lightly against the dark fur of His neck. His collar was plain and simple, but it told her that He belonged to her. He was her Master.
Jordan's eyes grew wider. "Eight thirty. Shit. Your tea ..." Ignoring her shower soaked body, she darted out of the shower, starting to run past Him. His firm hand quickly reached down and grasped her tail hard, stopping her in her tracks just behind Him, and she winced at the firm tug. "I'm sorry, Master. I lost track of time. I didn't realize ....."
"Shush, woman. I'm here. What do I want when I see you first? It's not my tea, is it?" His smile widened. Giving her tail another gentle tug, He dropped His scrub shirt to the floor, and opened His arms to her. She smiled, and pressed her hot wet body into the fur of His chest. His arms surrounded her as He lowered His head, gently kissing her lips. She closed her eyes, smiling into her kiss, and wrapped her hands around the small of His firm back. Her fingers curled and tugged gently on His fur, and her tail flicked happily from side to side.
Quickly, she licked His lips and opened her eyes to Him with a grin. "I love you," she whispered. Jordan closed her eyes, and rested the side of her head against His chest, molding her body and belly to His. Nestled tightly against Him, she was able to hide her face of distress, thinking about her forgetfulness and His tea, losing her smile.
"I love you, kitten." He gently rested His lips to her ear on the top of her head, kissing it gently, then gave it a playful nip. "I'm going to get out of these scrubs. I'll take my tea, now." His hands stroked her back down to her tail, then grazed along her sides to her belly, pausing briefly with a warm large palm against her belly, smiling wider.
She quickly darted to the kitchen, turning on the stove for His tea. Still shaken from His abrupt appearance, and her not being ready for Him, her hand lightly trembled as she started the boiling water. Jordan folded her hands against her chest, looking at the slowly steaming kettle, worried about Him not getting His tea in time. He liked to have His tea just as He walked in the door, His teacup in His hand as His other arm wrapped around her. It was relaxing to Him, having what He enjoyed close to Him. There were times when He'd stand in the doorway, simply holding her with a smile, and as His tea cooled He'd sip it over her, followed by a gentle kiss to her head.
Losing her head in thought in front of the steaming kettle, He appeared again behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, resting His hand on her belly, His other sliding His tea cup across the counter already containing His tea bag. "Missing something?" He asked with a smile, nuzzling His strong lips to her ear.
Jordan jumped at him, clenching her hands tighter against her chest. "I'm sorry .. I'm so sorry ... I'm just all frazzled with these hormones. I don't know which way to...."
He stopped her by turning her around, and resting two soft, strong fingers against her lips. "I said shush. You're okay, I'm not upset." He firmly pressed Himself against her, pressing His sweatpants covered hips against her bare fur, pinning her between Him and the counter with a grin. "Why would I be upset?"
She rested her hands on His chest, stroking it softly, lowering her head and ears. "... Because I'm not doing what I need to do. I'm not taking care of my Master." With a soft sigh, she lowered her forehead against His chest, sliding her hands up to His shoulders, resting her arms beside her head on His chest. "I'm not making you happy like I need to." He took His fingers and lightly grasped her chin, lifting it so she could face him. Jordan bit her lip and looked away, lightly closing her eyes.
He shook her chin gently. "Look at me. Now, kitten." Jordan bit her lip harder and looked into His eyes, her eyes wide and trembling, His eyes deep and warm. "Smile. It's just tea."
"But ...."
"It's just tea."
"I forgot about ..."
He shook her chin again, and firmed His face, losing a little of His smile in seriousness. "It's just tea. Now if you weren't here when I got home, I'd be upset. You're here. I'm happy. Tea can wait." The kettle whistled behind them, her eyes not noticing it as He ignored it other than a twitch of His ear, continuing to stare into her eyes. He quickly reached up and grabbed her tags, tugging on them. "This is more important than tea."
She slowly lowered her head back to His chest with a nod. "Yes, Sir." Jordan sighed and leaned into His bare chest. He gave her ear another playful nip, as the tea kettle behind her grew louder, feeling disregarded.
"You better get that before you start a fire," He smirked. Quickly, she turned around and took the kettle from the stove, turning off the heat, and gently poured the water into His cup. She reached up to the cabinet and grasped the tin can of sugar, as His chin brushed against her neck, His rough hand now sliding up her soft side to the back of her arms. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of Him against her, His gentle touch from His strong hands. She smiled slightly, and leaned her head against His, a hand falling slowly from the sugar to the top of His head, scratching it lightly with her trimmed nails. He purred. She knew that He loved to have His head scratched by her. Still thinking that she had done wrong, she liked knowing that she was doing something He liked.
She scratched harder, sliding her nails to His ears and he purred louder. Her smile grew wider as she closed her eyes. "I love you. These hormones ... my brain isn't acting the way it should. I know that you know I'm trying. I just want to be everything you want me to be."
He chuckled and nipped her neck. "If you keep that up, I'll be wanting you to be on your fours on the floor." Slowly, He licked her neck where He bit her. She grinned as her whole body shivered and she felt her pussy grow hot, reaching her open hand to the sugar.
Letting go of His ears, she drew her attention to His tea. Grinning, she added His sugar and stirred it with her finger. "I want to be everything, and everywhere you want me to be, Master," she whispered. Lifting His cup into her hands she turned around to face Him, cupping the bottom of His teacup, facing the handle to Him as He liked it to be offered.
He placed a hand around her lower back, taking His tea with His other, pulling her lower body to His as He sipped gently. Jordan could feel His already rock cock beneath His sweatpants, pressing against her belly. She lowered her head beneath His cup, and gently kissed His chest, returning her hands to His shoulders. Smiling, He kept His cup at His lips. "Lower," He said softly, His chest vibrating as He spoke. Her naked body shivered again, and she felt her pussy moisten simply at the rumble of His voice, and lowered her head further, kissing just above His stomach.
He rested His half empty teacup on the counter with a smile. "Lower." His hands slowly slid up her back, twisting His fingers loosely in the ends of her long red hair. Jordan slowly knelt to the cool tile floor, kissing His firm abdomen as her hot cunt dripped down her leg. His fingers tightened in her hair and her fingers slid down His body to the edge of His sweatpants.
"Keep going." She lowered His pants to the floor with a firm grin, gently resting her lips just above His groin, letting His shaft graze beneath her chin, its mushroom head lightly pressing against her neck. "What do I want, kitten?"
Her tags and bell jingled as she swallowed, the cold metal rattling against His cock head. "Me."
He tightened His fingers further with a grin. "What about you?"
Jordan softly nuzzled the curls in His groin, letting His shaft stroke her cheek. "You want to know that I am yours, Sir." Her nipples hardened as she shivered, her saliva growing in her mouth next to the thick meat next to her lips. She closed her eyes, resting her hot lips around the side of His cock, sucking It gently.
Spreading His fingers, He firmly slid His hands up her head, pulling her against Him, her cheek tightly nestled against His groin. "Good girl. Cup my balls and suck me." He pulled the back of her head, making her lips slide down His cock. Jordan slipped her hands between His legs, loosely wrapping her fingers around His swollen sack, and drew her head back to His mushroom tip, lightly swirling her tongue around it.
Her fingers gently kneaded His balls as her tight lips slowly slid down His shaft, taking Him deep into her hot mouth, letting her teeth graze His flesh like she knew He liked them to. She swallowed and felt her hormones race again, her pussy dripping more hot juice onto the floor as her throat caressed His cock head, jingling the bell on her collar.
He moaned, and rocked slightly to her head. Jordan softly bit down on the base of His cock, and gave His balls a gentle squeeze before letting her teeth loose to draw back, her lips tightly coming to a stop at the head of His cock. His hand pushed and pulled the back of her head, making her lips and teeth slide up and down His shaft, her tongue feeling the thick vein that ran underneath. Jordan arched her back, and slid her body closer to His legs, squatting, her knees spread to the side, lightly pulling on His balls for balance as she bobbed her head on His cock.
A hand slid from her head to her breast, cupping it lightly, feeling her hard nipple between His fingertips. "Faster," He said under His panting breath. Obeying, she quickened her rocking up and down His rod, sliding her tongue from side to side, curling it around Its width. She moaned as His fingers tightened against her nipples, pinching them, lightly gasping as she felt a wave of heat in her belly. Her body tingled, sensitive to each touch and motion He gave her.
She pressed her head deeply against His cock, moaning again as she swallowed against His head. Shivering again, she rocked her pelvis to the air, wanting His cock to fill her hot, dripping pussy. Jordan whimpered and moaned, the thought of that bringing her to the edge of cumming again.
He groaned and held her head tight. "Bite me," He said with a growl, squeezing her breast firmly as His other hand firmly pulled her head to Him. His voice pushed her over the edge, tightly clenching her teeth against the base of His cock, loudly vocalizing a muffled scream as she came hard, her silky sweet cum oozing from her tight contracted pussy down her thigh.
He held her head against Him, knowing full well what her body had just done. He smiled and drew His cock from her lips. "My turn. Fours. Now." He released her head and stood back as she quickly rolled onto her hands and knees, arching her back and lifting her rear to Him, presenting herself to Him as He liked her to. Jordan closed her eyes and grinned, knowing her pussy was still hot and slick for Him.
His firm hands grasped her hips as His cock slowly slid into her tight, contracted pussy. She closed her eyes shut and rolled them back into her head, leaning her head to the side and opening her mouth as her tongue pressed against the inside of her teeth, holding her breath until He was completely inside her. Her pussy belonged to Him and He filled it well, slowly sliding His now slick shaft into her deeply, and His cock head hitting her cervix. She loved it when He took her to the hilt, showing her that all of her pussy belonged to Him.
He growled loudly and curled His fingers into her hips, tightly. His growl slowly turned into a purr as He stroked and thrust into her, her breath panting in time with each drive. "Down," He said, driving harder, His balls lightly tapping against her cum wet pussy lips. Jordan lowered her head and breasts to the cold tile floor, making her nipples harder. She arched her back more to tilt her hips up to Him, her rounded belly lightly grazing against the tile.
He felt her heat and juices against His balls, becoming wetter by the minute. He grasped her head, and quickly drew out of her with force just as her pussy was starting to clench further, swinging her body around and pulled her head to His cock. "Tell me how you taste, kitten." Jordan pressed her hot pussy against the cold floor and turned her head to Him, quickly taking His cock to her mouth, swirling her tongue around His meat. Her lips stroked Him as her teeth grazed against the vein beneath His shaft, her sugary cum mixing with the taste of His musky flesh.
She drew her head back off His cock, a trail of her previous cum stretching from His shaft to her lips. "Sweet, Sir. Very sweet." His hand pushed her back down, and she lowered her chest to the floor, raising her rear for Him again. He looked down at His slick shimmering shaft and smiled, as His hands gently rested on either ass cheek, spreading them apart. He hadn't penetrated her ass in a while, and knew that she would be tight for Him. He gave a quick dip deeply into her pussy to slicken His shaft further, then drew out and lightly pressed the tip of His cock against her star shaped puckered anus.
Jordan's eyes grew wide. "Master, I haven't stretched." As much as she loved her Master, He was thick, sometimes too thick for her rear if she hadn't prepared beforehand. The first time she let Him use her ass to catch His cum she cried at the pain, and was sore for days. He made up for it by His tender hand caressing her afterwards, and a new fancy collar, but it still hurt like hell. She quickly turned her head around to look at him over her back.
He smiled. "Your point? It's mine." He leaned into her, pressing His thick meat into her rear, the muscles of her anus contracting at the foreign steel that entered her. She winced and quickly straightened her head with a grimace, and this was just His cock head. "Down, kitten." Jordan nodded and lowered her body again as He leaned over to her, His entire length sliding into her as her tail firmly beat against His chest, her cheeks nestled tightly against His groin. Her body clenched as a whole, spreading her fingers and hands against the floor. Her face tightened as He started His stroking, wincing and whimpering with each slow thrust.
"Master, please..." she whispered. She rocked her body with His shaft, easing the pain slightly as her pussy dripped in desire, wanting His rod to caress her flesh again. He ignored her, stroking faster, gripping her hips and driving deeper into her tight rear. His legs quivered as He felt His heat rise in His belly, grunting through His pant.
"Shut it." She pressed her forehead against the floor and clenched her fists, letting Him use her body as He wanted. His hips rocked and slammed firmly against her soft rear, finally giving her one last heave before cupping His hands against her hips, pulling her body firmly against His and cumming hard. He slowed His breathing, and lightly rubbed her back before slowly drawing out of her stretched ass. He slid His hand down her rear. "You wanna feel good? I'll make you feel good. Get your ass on that table," He said, pointing to the strong kitchen table next to them, slowly stepping to the closet.
Jordan shivered lightly, and slowly crawled to the table as directed, using her body to climb up onto the thick hard and steady surface. "Master? You do make me feel good. I like it when you make me ..."
"I said shut it, woman. I know what you like." He closed the closet door, rope in hand, and firmly pressed His hand against the back of her shoulders, forcing her chest to the table. "Kneel. Bring those knees under your body." As she tucked her knees beneath her, He dropped the rope to the floor, along with something else she could not see. Jordan felt His hand slide down her back, spreading His fingers along the width of her spine.
With a nod, she closed her eyes, feeling His hand leave her back, and heard the sound of the rope being tied to the wooden table leg. She knew this rope well. It was yellow, rough, and would burn and leave marks if it was tied too tight and was brought taught too quickly. She felt it loop over the small of her back. "Lift your knees," He said, and she slowly lifted her knees from the table, feeling His strong arm around her, feeding the rope beneath her legs. The rope dropped around her and over the other side of the table, suddenly drawing tight. She winced, her body and legs becoming firmly gripped to the table, her rear and pussy fully exposed behind her. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, as the rough rope flopped across her shoulders, again drawing tight, pressing her breasts against the cold wood.
She opened her eyes and looked at Him, lightly lifting her head. Master had lost His smile. "Sir .... I'm sorry, Sir." He gave her a look before tightening a loop around her wrist, fastening it to the leg closest to it, then to her other and doing the same. He knelt in front of her, His cock hanging down, fresh cum dripping from His thick mushroom head.
His hand grasped her tags and bell, looping the rope through her collar and pulling it tightly down so her chin was firmly pressed against the table, finally tying the rope to itself between her wrists. "Look at me." Jordan's wide eyes looked up at His as He gently rested His fingers on her chin, jingling her bell. "You like to cum. You like to have Me make you cum. I like to make you cum. I like to cum as well. You make Me cum." Jordan nodded in agreement. With a gentle shake of her chin, He regained His smile. "You are My kitten."
Jordan shifted her eyes from Him. "I'm sorry. I am your kitten. I should..."
He suddenly lost His entire smile, and firmly placed His palm over her lips and mouth. "Quiet, damn it. That is enough, kitten." She brought her eyes back to Him, worried, scared, wondering what He had in store for her next as His hand quickly left her face, reaching below the table. The sudden sound of the duct tape unwinding sent shivers down her back, and she squirmed lightly beneath the rope. As His large hands tore the strip of gray plastic tape from the roll, her eyes trembled at Him, and her bound wrist wiggled lightly against the hard table. A muffled mumble was all she could get out past the gray tape as He firmly placed it across her soft furry lips.
"No sorries. You know this. I will not hear any more of it." He stood and rested His firm, rough hand against her back, lightly scratching His fingers into her fur. This shiver made her eyes close shut, and her fur bristle all the way down her back, her tail quickly straightening, then curling over on it's end, her hips naturally arching up in presentation. This position made her swollen belly press against her thighs, again reminding her of what she carried inside her, and she closed her eyes, softly moaning past the tape across her lips.
With a gentle smile, he whispered, "That's my good kitten." His fingers lightly scratched down her back, finally resting at the base of her tail, curling them around her bristled fur. Her tail curled tighter as she shivered again, her pussy becoming suddenly hot as she pressed her tongue against the inside of her teeth. "Kitten wants to cum? Of course she does."
Jordan started to pant through her nose. His fingers scratching on her tail was making her hotter than ever, and she felt the drippings from her pussy start to trail down the back of her thighs. He scratched around her tail to her ass cheeks, digging His nails in more. Her eyes widened as His fingers left her rear, suddenly hearing another strip of tape being pulled from the roll, feeling the tape fastening her tail to her back. She darted her eyes back and fourth, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing behind her, suddenly clenching her eyes shut as the two inch vibrator quickly slid into her tightened pussy. Jordan knew this one well. Bright red, ridges, and the words "Master's Other Cock" written over and over in sharpie along its length.
She twisted her head and moaned the best she could against the rope and the tightness of her collar. Her bell rattled against her tags with a soft jingle, her pussy muscles gripped the false cock as He slowly twisted it in place, and her ears perked as she heard the low rumble of the slowly shaking internal parts, rattling against her juices. Her heat hit her quickly, gasping against the tape across her lips, muffling a scream as she came fast, trying to catch her breath with a bead of sweat falling down her cheek.
She could almost hear His grin. Jordan wiggled inside her bound confinement, each twist she made caused the tight rough rope to rub through her fur, tightening against her, digging deeper and closer to the flesh beneath it . The low rumble of the vibrator made her squirm more, whimpering against the tape on her face. His hand gently rested beneath her curled tail, caressing her lower back. "Kitten will cum." His emphasis on the word "will" made her wet again, and she clenched tightly on the plastic.
Again, she heard the ripping of tape behind her, and couldn't help but stretch her head in the collar, pulling tightly against her neck, trying to look back at what He was doing. Before she could catch a glimpse, she felt the stickiness of the tape fastening the cock in place, still running, still shaking, still driving her hormones to the brink of screaming at her, begging her to beg him to stop. She breathed heavily through her nose as His hand trailed up her back.
His hand appeared next to her head, His other sliding a blank piece of paper. She looked up at Him, her eyes whimpering , quietly moaning a mumbled beg. In His teeth, he held a large quill feather pen, humming to himself "You belong to me". As His hand drew the quill from His lips, He started singing softly, slowly writing out the words, "You Belong To Me, Kitten" in His rough, sketchy handwriting.
Her eyes darted between the paper and His eyes, and then to the feather quill that He trailed along the side of His cheek, gently tapping its firm bristles against Him in thought. "Kitten will cum, but when I say she can. Fight those hormones for Me." As He slowly walked behind her, her head relaxed and her chin fell to the table. Her body shivered, listening to His slow footsteps, and quivered more as He ran the quill down the edge of her naked body. Jordan closed her eyes tightly.
His hand trailed His fingers down the back of her rear, making her shiver again, her inner heat burning her spine. Torture, that's what it was. She panted heavily, trying to think of anything but the low rumble inside her pussy. Another tape ripping sound came from behind her as she felt His fingers slide along the edge of the tape already fastened to her ass, now dripping wet. "And I'm going to give you a challenge, kitten." She felt the hard end of the quill pen scratch her fur, then the bristles of the feather against her clit, shaking vigorously against the vibrator as the fresh piece of tape held it in place. Jordan moaned loudly, her pussy spasming and ready to cum.
He stepped back and admired her, bound to the table. Turning back to the closet, He could hear her whimpers, and closed His eyes with a smile. "Doing alright, kitten?" All Jordan was able to produce was a grunt against the tape across her lips. "Good ... Good ... " He reached inside the closet and grasped His guitar case, carrying it to His brown leather chair next to the kitchen table. Sitting down, He laid the case on the floor in front of Him, and looked at her with a smirk. "Been working on this for a while."
"Thank god," she thought. "Something to distract me from this." She watched Him unfasten the latches on the hard case, the clicking sound drawing from the rumble in her pussy. He opened the case slowly, her eyes pinned on His hands as they lifted it. Pulling the wooden instrument to His chest, He smirked at her, and slowly strummed an open chord, letting the strings vibrate cleanly. Her eyes fixated on the open hole of the guitar, and the vibration of the strings in front of it. "Oh shit." She felt her pussy clench again, letting out another whimper.
He smiled, resting His open hand over the strings to silence them. "Nope. No cumming." He closed His eyes, lightly plucking the strings, major key, minor key, back to major. She loved listening to him play, with His low, soft and almost raspy voice. Fighting her hormones was hard, but she held her first wave and let herself relax slightly, as best she could. Jordan closed her eyes, and panted the rest of the way out of her heat. Her face softened, relaxing, and listened to the quiet, ignoring the humming behind her inside her pussy.
He grinned. "That's my good girl," and leaned back, crossing His legs as He held His guitar to His chest. He continued to play, looking at her, looking at the sweat that started to form on her forehead. As He started to sing, she recognized the song. It was their song, the very first song He played for her, and she was amazed that she hadn't realized what song it was before. Her heat started again, and the rumble of His voice sent shivers back down her back, suddenly remembering the feather bristles against her clit. They were wet, but still vibrated and shook with the slow shake of the vibrator. Jordan made a loud whimper, and looked at Him with pleading eyes. He simply shook His head. "No cumming."
Jordan gripped the table hard, and arched her back against the rope, stretching it. Giving a heavy grunt, she lightly rocked her hips back to the loving and shaking vibrator, knowing it was His. She panted, dreaming for His cock, dreaming for the weight of His body to plunge into her, but there was no weight there. Only the constant shaking buzz with the feather flutter could she feel, and it drove her mad. "Please," she thought. "I'm a good girl. Please let me cum." She whimpered again to Him, her face pleading, her rear still rocking, hoping He understood that she needed to cum. She flicked what she could of her tail, and arched her back again, shifting her knees slightly to her side, and pressing her swelling belly against the table.
"You Belong to Me" is not a long song, and He was about finished when He finally looked up at her. He grinned and narrowed His eyes to her, finishing out the final verse. "... just remember darling all the while, you belong to me." He let the strings ring silent before resting His hand back over the strings. "You want to cum, don't you?" Jordan nodded quickly, her collar tugging at her neck. Resting the guitar back in its case and slowly closing the cover, sliding it to the side, He stood. A slow walk to her head, and resting His hands on the back of her head, He whispered. "You belong to Me. I will make you feel good, won't I."
Jordan nodded quickly, still whimpering, now louder as her pussy twitched and burned, her juices almost flowing from her, soaking the duct tape. He scratched the back of her head. "What do I want?"
Her voice was mumbled through the duct tape. Her tongue slid between her lips, trying to separate the tape from the fur on her face, pressing harder as the vibrator and feather became all the more apparent as she rocked. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can't talk. Let me get that for you." He reached His fingers beneath the tape across her mouth, already soaked and loose with saliva and sweat. It came off easily and without much effort, still gripping to parts of her fur. Wincing, she whimpered again, partially at the need to cum, partially at the pain of the fur being pulled from her tender face.
Her voice trembled as her eyes shut tightly. "Please, Sir. You want to know that I am yours. Please, may I cum?"
With a gentle hand, He rested the tape on the table. "Not yet." Jordan rocked harder, closing her eyes with a sigh. He drew a hand from her head, and lightly stroked His still firm cock, lightly curling His fingers around it, guiding His shaft to her mouth, and pressing its head to her lips. She quickly drew the mushroom head into her mouth, sucking firmly, swirling and curling her tongue around it. She widened her lips, opening her mouth fully, and slid the tip of her tongue down His length, leaning forward against the rope as His hand left His cock and returned to the back of her head, pressing lightly in approval of her sucking, wanting more.
He grunted as he leaned His hips to her. Closing her mouth around the base of His shaft, she choked lightly, swallowing, closing the back of her throat against the head of His cock and hearing her bell jingle again. Finally breathing through her nose, she rested her teeth against His flesh, just how He liked. She shivered again, her pussy juices flowing freely, forming a puddle beneath her, running to her feet. Her hips trembled and she whimpered again, and rocked her mouth firmly against Him as He stroked His cock into her throat. "Such a good girl." He slid a hand to her ear, scratching it lightly, starting to pant as His cock throbbed against her lips. "Once I cum, you may cum."
Hearing this her hips bucked in reflex. She wanted Him to cum. She wanted to taste His seed. Her bucking hips drove her mouth further along His shaft and she tightened her lips against him, growling loudly in frustration. He quickened His thrust, acting as if her small firm mouth was her pussy that He could stretch to it's limit. Each drive He took to her lips sent His cock head to the back of her throat, pressing firmly and almost choking her and loudly rattling her bell, before drawing back to do it again. He grunted loudly. His warmth radiated from His groin to her face as He gripped her hair tight. Jordan had to time her breathing with His thrusts, rocking against Him, inhaling between the short times between chokes.
Jordan curled her toes, not knowing if her pussy could take any more. Her clit certainly wasn't helping her, dripping with wet silky slither that was teased with the soft feather. Her breaths turned to whimpered cries, begging for His sticky release. Her cries drew louder as He breathed vocally through His teeth, making her body shake and shudder. "Please," she thought. "I'm begging you." His head arched back as His grunts turned to growls, echoing against the kitchen tiles.
He slowed His thrusts, grinning, and pulled His hands to her cheek with a smile. "You ready, kitten?" He whispered. "You better be." Jordan nodded quickly with His cock in her lips, vigorously swirling her tongue along the bottom of His shaft. Gripping the sides of her head, He pushed His shaft deep inside her, holding her head in place as His cock head cut off the air to the back of her throat. She swallowed so she could simply breathe. The motion of her throat muscles milked His cock, making His chest roar a loud moan. His seed shot from Him, filling her mouth and throat, seeping from the corners of her pursed lips.
She screamed to His cock, whimpering as her pussy finally released in a swarm of heat and cum, quickly filling the puddle of juices between her legs on the table with white slickness. Her body shook, spent, and continued to cum, wave after wave, soaking the tape holding the vibrator and feather in place. Becoming loose, the feather pen dropped into the puddle of joy between her knees, soaking the rest of its bristles. As His hands slid over her shoulders and down her back she shivered, cumming again, hearing the drip drop of her cum to the table. Moaning softly, she slid her tongue along His shaft, tasting all of His salty goodness with a content sigh.
He regained His breath, giving the top of her head a pat, and lightly flicked her bell with His fingers. "Good girl. Very good girl," He whispered to her. He drew His hips back, letting His limp cock fall from her lips. Jordan smiled brightly, and trailed her tongue along the edge of her mouth, searching for more of His cum, not wanting to lose a drop. "Want to get off that table, do we?"
She looked up at Him and smiled, lightly wiggling her rear and tail behind her, giving Him a slow nod. His hands untied the rope from her collar, then trailed His fingers up her chin, pulling her face up lightly. She stretched her neck, giving His belly a soft subtle kiss. As He released her hands, she quickly wrapped her arms around Him, pulling His strong lower body to her chest. "Thank you, Sir," she said in her soft content voice.
He reached His hands down her body, unfastening the rope around her waist, and quickly pulling the tape holding her curled tail against her fur. She winced at the rip, clenching her eyes and face against His body, quickly regaining her satisfied smile. She curled her back, her pussy clenching again firmly, strong enough to push the vibrator out of her cunt. It hit the table with a loud thud, and rolled in her cum before falling to the floor, splattering against the tile.
"I love you, kitten. More tea if you don't mind." His hand slid up her back and around her neck, gently caressing her, finally running His fingers through her hair lovingly. Jordan purred loudly, and leaned her head to His hand, pushing her soft cheek into His rough palm. He cupped her face, and offered her assistance off the table. Slowly, she stepped down, one delicate foot at a time, standing upright in front of Him. Her smile never left her face, and she slid her whole body into His chest, nuzzling her cheek firmly against it.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered softly, turning her head and gently kissing the muscle of His upper bare body. She ran her fingers along the edge of His shoulders, lightly twirling them in His fur. Turning slowly, she kept her hands on Him for as long as possible, daintily making her way to the kitchen. He smiled, and walked back to His brown leather chair next to His guitar, His eyes never leaving her body. He watched her make His tea, admiring how she held her hands against her heart, both of them knowing that it belonged to Him. He slowly sat down, and rested His large hands atop the arms of the chair, relaxing into it. The sound of the tea kettle whistled against the calm silence.
She remembered the tea bag and the cup, as well as the sugar. Her eyes looked over her shoulder at Him, and she smirked as she stirred His tea with her finger again. Master liked His tea sweet, and always said that she made it sweeter. He was corny like that at times, and she loved it. Her footsteps padded softly against the kitchen floor as she turned, and walked over to Him, still stirring His tea with her finger. Looking up at her as she walked, He sighed softly, patting His lap. Jordan smirked, slowly and gently sat down on His thighs, lightly swung her legs over one of the arms of the chair, and turned the handle of the tea cup to him cupping the base with her hands as He liked.
His head leaned forward and kissed her gently, as His hand reached out to take His tea cup, resting His arm across her lap. As He drew the cup to His lips, she curled her head into His chest, nuzzling it again, folding her arms to the side of her head and resting her hands on His chest. She closed her eyes, smiling softly with a purr, and listened to the bell rattle against her tags..
He lowered His head, kissing the top of it gently with a smile. "You belong to me."
Through a deep content sigh and grin, she whispered, "Yes, Sir," and slid a hand to her swelling belly.